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Wind ~ ~ ~

The wind in the bending pinesflushes my thoughtsand clears my mind.Sitting on this Earth-bodymy body bends likea blade of grass.And a blade of grass hasno thoughts of yesterday or tomorrow.Just the sun on my face, just the sky in it's perfect grace, this time, this moment, my perfect place.When black-feathered Raven castsdown his shadow for me, hisspread wings simply mould and bendin perfect form with the wind.Lifting up, now down, likea rogue thought in my mind, his flightmerely a gust, a chance whimbreezing through ...